#robertbaratheons

[queenpalefoot]

I was tagged by alysanemormont

YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT SOMEONE BY THE TYPE OF MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO. HIT SHUFFLE ON YOUR IPOD, PHONE, ITUNES, MEDIA PLAYER ETC AND WRITE DOWN THE FIRST 20 SONGS. THEN PASS THIS ON TO 10 PEOPLE. ONE RULE: NO SKIPPING

'Wheat Kings' The Tragically Hip ‘Make you feel my love’ Adele ‘Magic Dance’ David Bowie ‘Book Club (Acoustic)’ Arkells ft. Lights ‘Turning Page’ Sleeping At Last ‘Home’ Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros ‘Heroes’ David Bowie ‘Turning Tables’ Adele ‘Failure By Design’ Brand New ‘Ms. Jackson’ Outkast ‘Read My Mind’ The Killers ‘Doin’ It Right’ Daft Punk ‘Creep’ Radiohead ‘We Can’t Stop’ Bastille ‘Dixieland Delight’ Alabama ‘It Is What It Is’ Kacey Musgraves ‘Sarasvati’ Mary Lambert ‘Only God Knows Why’ Kid Rock ‘Patience’ Guns N Roses ‘Stay With Me’ Sam Smith

[queenpalefoot]

yes hello I'm drunk and need someone to come cuddle me. It's urgent

[nwtgeiszler-blog]

he sticks his ding dong in the pooper

[queenpalefoot]

alysanne said: I'm cryin dogs are the best I want one so bad congrats on your awesome dog I hope you get the cutest, most fluffy, biggest, coolest dog ever one day!!! And thank you! robertbaratheons said: go george! Ikr?? Mom's bringing him home a nice treat tonight hahaha

[winstongroom]

spires & mud

i’ve got to stop being so goddamn bitteri’ve got to stop scratching these wallsi look like a crazy, holed up in this circuspaused right at the precipice, waiting to fall.i’ve heard that i’m too hard to love, so they say,but i’m sure they are saying it wrong.i love myself far too easily, no;i love myself far strong.and i feel your eyes trapping mefingers increasinglyfinding me; spires in mud.and i’m bitter like horse radishpig spinach, cow cabbage:bitter and cherry-red blood.

[winstongroom]

tissues

tea & issues

these are the waysthat you deal with your stresssour day after sour day

this is how you addressflaming aches of finesseright where your lungs used to stay;

a story of successfor the world’s blacks and greysbut your blood is the furthest from blessed.

you are human, i praybut in fact, i digress:we all hope to be human someday.

[winstongroom]

peel

Back when your skin

was raw and tin

ted red from the sun,

swollen eyes and bags un

derneath them I dreamt

of our intertwined lives and their sent

iments, you would call my name

everyday and I swear

you liked me better

when your skin was peeling

[winstongroom]

cobwebs and book-spines

No, you don’t rememberthe lives that you leftwhen you left my life for good.

They’re medical journalsand old magazinesand I’d read them if only I could.

I’m afraid that your bookshelfhas stayed in its place;untouched, unscathed, it has stood.

Each book has a thousand —a thousand one — wordspiled into that mulberry wood.

Each word has a meaning,a life of its own,a past it’s survived and withstood.

And each book has a spine,a spleen, and a heart,that you left when you left me for good.